In 1973 I spent my junior year at Stanford studying art in Florence, Italy. It was one of the most memorable times of my life. After publishing my book on Jackson Hole in 2005, I decided to expand my photographic horizons and thought that it would be interesting to return to Tuscany, now more than 30 years later, and see if I could find the Tuscany that I remembered from 1973. These photographs are a big departure for me since my previous work had gone to great lengths to avoid showing any sign of man. Indeed photos of Tuscany need to celebrate the hand of man in the landscape. After hundreds of year it is as though man and landscape are one.